look (20160709)

my ugly language
a symphony
like an enormous moaning ache

mother dream skins me
crushes me smooth
a shadow’s sweat

my tongue whispers still
watch

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Sabiscuit July 9, 20168:40 pm

Awesome composition, Crow. “My tongue whispers still.” Beautiful. xo
1. Crow July 9, 20168:49 pm
  
  Thank you! I had to search those words a long time to get the poem to say something that wasn’t nonsense. 😀
  1. Sabiscuit July 9, 20169:38 pm
    
    Your hard work paid off! Have a great Sunday. xo
  2. Crow July 9, 20169:51 pm
    
    ❤️
merrildsmith July 10, 20163:52 am

I find the magnetic poems difficult to do. I love your last stanza.
1. Crow July 10, 20166:26 am
  
  Thank you so much.
Elusive Trope July 10, 20162:02 pm

“mother dream skins me” – so very Jim Morrison-esque…the last line, the command to the reader…
1. Crow July 10, 20162:17 pm
  
  Thank you. I worked that mother line around a few ways. That’s what stuck.
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